1
(Endlessly)
buoyant all
unseen
dream ongoing
floats into where
silence
and slowness
swoop and a breeze
curves by each face
and bathes each
in a strange evening light
where there is no net.
2
What are these lines--sparks
in the current air of possibility—
surprised flourishes
(outlasting oddly
the soft hand or smile)
caught in the upswing,
luminous,
and at once,
darkly memorial?
3
A dream of flying:
from out of the (almost)
not written down—
this breath,
now,
and another.
4
Going was only a confirmation.
Still in the midst of a sentence—
mountain,
bird,
leaf,
breath,
wave,
uninterrupted even
when and where stillness
lifts one light veiled corner:
eyes always.
5
Break in at any point
(into the always dreaming)
amidst high ceilings
and mirrors of conversation.
Someone might for a moment
pose—
and ask for a radish.
6
Do not disturb
wild birds
in the living room.
Pluck one word
from the overflowing bowl
of peanuts on a table—
now, quick into the bank of night
—what was I saying?
7
Travel on racoon time
discovery by dark,
a play of hands,
uncover, withdraw,
arrive somewhere
by sunrise.
8
Streets can be empty
anytime.
A fragile commotion
dissolves
within the thinnest anticipation
of memory—
a city unwoken,
a page
still blank.
9
Riding the wave of disappearance,
boat in a sea of grass—
all in the seeming
unbrokeness of dream,
silent above the continuous sentence
one hawk gliding
now:
a berry is picked warm,
and the wild radish
goes on weaving
poems
into itself.